I had four dances with you,--and a lemon squash." "Wait a moment, Aunt Julia," protested the young lady, holding back.
"Would you mind telling me, Mr.Percival, how you happen to be here and in this plight?
You didn't mention sailing on the Doraine." Mr.Percival, to the sailor: "Neither did you, Miss Clinton.

You certainly are no more surprised than I am." "Why are you on board as a stowaway?
Phil Morton told me you belong to an old Baltimore family and had all kinds of--that is, you were quite well-off." Mr.Percival, to the sailor: "Please don't blush, Miss Clinton.

I'm not the least bit sensitive.

Money isn't everything.

I seem to be able to get along without it.